The Doll House

Chapter 8: Reflection







The dusky light of dawn shone through the small window of the carriage house bedroom. Hermione and Draco lay on their stomachs facing each other with only a few inches separating them. They had been awake for a while, lying in silence and staring at each other with their minds racing. Neither of them sure what to think about what had happened between them.





“Well…I never expected to be here.” Hermione said softly.





“I certainly hadn’t considered it,” he replied. “But I can’t say that I am sorry.”





“No, I am definitely not sorry.” She smiled, a glint of mischief lighting her eyes. “So, do you always pass out after you’ve had sex? It’s rather rude; you are very heavy and difficult to shove off.”





“I’ll admit, that was a first,” he said. “I think that viper’s tongue of yours must have exhausted me earlier in the day.” He reached over for her and pulled her across the sheets until they were nose to nose. “Jokes aside….it really was amazing to be with you, Hermione. Maybe the best I have ever had.”





“Maybe?” she asked, one brow arched high. “It was the best you have ever had and you know it,” she said. Her face softened and she brought her hand up to caress his cheek. “It was wonderful, Draco, thank you for being there for me, for helping me through the night.”





“It wasn’t exactly a hardship,” he smirked and kissed her lips lightly. “So…what now?”





“We need to release the children, Draco. I don’t think we can cleanse the house of the evil until the children’s souls are free,” she sighed, her face scrunching up in frustration. “The dolls…”





“Ugh…must we talk about those? I’m surprised that they didn’t give me nightmares,” Draco said with an exaggerated shiver.





“I think that they are the vessels, the containers,” she frowned. “When you dropped it and it shattered the soul was released, it was what made him so angry.”





“It had a heartbeat,” he said, shaking his head.





“I think that we have to destroy them, all of them, their energy feeds him and unless we release them he will continue to siphon off of them,” she said, rolling onto her side and propping her head up on her hand.





“So you’re saying we are going back inside,” Draco sighed. He rolled onto his back and folded his hands behind his head.





“We don’t have a choice,” she said. “Besides, I still want to get a look at the cellar where he committed suicide. I want to see if there are any traces of the spell left, it might help us.”





“I should have just walked away when that old biddy first refused to sell me this house,” he groaned.





“No, you were right to want this house, it’s a great house, a great piece of land and we have the chance to make a difference, to give those children peace,” she said. “Besides, if you hadn’t bought the house then we wouldn’t have reconnected.”





“Reconnected? Is that what you call it?” he smirked. “I’d have to agree on that, you turned out to be quite the little firecracker, Granger, I wasn’t expecting that.”





“You got me during a vulnerable moment,” she said, rolling towards him and sliding sensuously on top of him. “You have no idea.” She braced her hands on his chest and leaned forward to tickle his lips with the tip of her tongue. He moved to slide his hands from beneath his head only to have her wrap her fingers around his wrists and pin them to bed. “Now, now, Draco, be a good boy and keep your hands to yourself,” she chided.





“So it’s like that is it?” he asked, his brows arched high with surprise. Her soft smirk as she slowly slid backwards and eased onto his cock was probably the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He lifted his hips, pushing his erection deeper into her as she let her weight carry her down until he was seated deep inside her.





“Oh yes, just like that,” she moaned, grinding her hips against him. She reveled in the fullness, the thick length stretching her, pleasing her. She thrilled in the power as she hovered over him, raising and lowering her body, using the tight, silky walls of her sheathe to stroke him, tightening and releasing the muscles to stimulate him further. Back and forth she rocked her hips, sliding him in and out of her while the swollen nubbin of her clit rubbed against him.





“For fuck’s sake,” he groaned, lifting his hips so that he could press deeper into the heaven between her thighs. “You’re killing me, Granger!” She was glorious. The look on her face, that abandoned expression of a woman intent on gaining her own pleasure, was maybe the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She could have cared less about him at that moment. For her he existed only to help her achieve her release and oddly enough, he didn’t care. He wanted her to use him because whatever pleasured her damn sure pleasured him.





“Well…ughn…it’s a damn fine way to go….oh my….” Her hands tightened around his wrists and she added a little swivel to her hips that had his eyes rolling back in his head. She leaned forward and arched her back, the tight peak of her nipple brushing against his lips. She didn’t have to ask, his lips parted instantly and his tongue curled around the pebbled tip. The pleasured sound that filled the air was guttural and animalistic, certainly nothing like he had heard before. The sounds Hermione made were not the delicate little moans and whimpers that he was accustomed to from other women. Her sounds of pleasure were deep, raw and un-rehearsed. They were real. That realization had his testicles twitching and drawing tighter against his body.





He sucked and licked at the nipple filling his mouth while the witch riding him literally rocked his world. She wasn’t at all ashamed or timid about her need; she took and in the taking gave more than he ever dreamed. She was wild. She was dominant. She was bloody unbelievable and he was lost.





“Oh yes! Right there, Draco…just like that,” she moaned, her head thrown back as her body began to tremble. He could feel the silken walls of her vagina begin to pulse and flex around him with her impending orgasm. She rode him harder, the swivel on her down stroke just a bit more pronounced. He found himself mesmerized by the steady bouncing of her breasts just before her nails bit into his wrists and broke his concentration. “Oh YES…YES….YES…” She screamed. She actually screamed, mouth open, head back, eyes squeezed tight while her voice echoed through the room and in his ears.





The tight fist of her pussy convulsed, clamping tight around him like a vise. Any thoughts he had about holding back were forgotten as his seed was pulled from deep within his balls. He bucked beneath her, bathing her womb with several hot, thick splashes. He felt like he was burning up, sweat beaded on his forehead and his heart raced out of control. He was shaking. He was fucking shaking and it was all because a single witch. A single witch who, given the incoherent spinning of his mind, had just fucked his brains out. And it was glorious.





Her entire body shuddered over him, a soft, satisfied smile on her lips as she stretched out on top of him. She didn’t bother to roll off, she just stretched her legs out on either side of his as his penis twitched and softened inside her. Curls clung to her face and throat and she exhaled sharply to blow them away, too languid to bother swiping them away with her hand. She folded her hands atop his chest and rested her chin on them, a sleepy smile on her lips.





“Mmmm…now that’s more like it,” she said with a throaty purr. Draco swallowed hard, his hands going to the soft curve of her ass and giving it a squeeze.





“Fucking hell,” he groaned, his balls aching from the force of his release. “You fuck like that all the time?”





“It’s been awhile.” She licked her lips suggestively and gave her hips a little wiggle. “You were particularly good, Draco. You kept up better than I would have thought.”





“I’m no Weasley, Hermione,” he said smugly. “I can handle anything you can dish out.”





“We’ll see about that…later,” she said. She leaned forward and bussed his lips quickly before pushing her self back up and stretching, her arms high over her head. Draco swore under his breath as her back arched and her beautiful breasts were thrust forward. He had just come so hard he had felt it in his teeth and already he felt his dick twitching in interest. “For now, however, we need to go back to the house.”



Those words were enough to douse any interest that may have been stirring. He groaned in frustration as she shifted off of him and stood, unabashed in her nudity as she crossed the room and disappeared into the bathroom.





“Way to kill a potentially epic shag fest!” he called out after her as the door closed. He heard her throaty laughter from behind the door. He found himself smiling as he stretched, moaning with the pleasurable feeling of laxness in his body. He couldn’t recall the last time he had felt so utterly replete. Had he ever?





“Sorry, Draco, but we have to do the right thing here,” she said as she opened the door wrapped in a towel. He could hear the shower running and see the steam beginning to fill the small room behind her. “What if I promise to make it worth your while?” She let the side of her towel drop and bared one soft breast. The nipple immediately puckered and Draco’s suddenly insatiable libido reared its horny head. He vaulted from the bed, causing the witch to scream and dart into the shower with him chasing after her.





The house and their purpose were forgotten….for a little while at least.





AN: Enjoy!!!!